I work in a technology company, and one of the most onerous parts of what I do is sitting in on executive briefings. For those that don't know, it's the ritual of wining and dining customers and parading your somewhat smart people in front of them to take potshots at so they'll buy something.

What I totally didn't expect was a 5'11' blonde accompanying a bevy of suits into room Edison. Our executive briefing center used stupid "inspirational" names for the rooms, but they may as well have called them 'private reserve' rooms as a euphemism for what's really going on here.

Anyway, back to the blonde. We did the usual introductions where I found her name was Marlene. Long blond hair toppled down a power suit, a silk blouse underneath the suit jacket, and then a mid-thigh skirt and then pantyhose (I thought) and 5" heels. She was a goddess. She was an executive assistant to a Senior Vice President.

I did my tap dance, and then took my place sitting across from the customer table, ostensibly to take notes and pay attention to their needs. In reality, I was staring at Marlene's huge rack, gorgeous face, and long legs. We chatted at the breaks, brushing hands as we reached for coffee or sodas.

As the day wore on, my mind wandered from the company vision to visions of me worshipping Marlene's feet. As my eyes wandered, I noticed that she had uncrossed her legs, revealing not only a garter and stockings, but no underwear. What a hottie! She winked at me, and then unobtrusively snaked her hand down into her lap, where she allowed it to slide up between her legs. She rand a finger up her shaved muff, and I noticed the imperceptible start as she brushed her clit. She removed the finger, and then after what seemed to be an eternity. she moved her hand up to her lips and idly traced her lips with the finger that had been on her clit a minute or two before. So hot, so dirty, so naughty.

The day came to an end, and my boss and his boss disappeared with the big wigs to dinner. Marlene and I shook hands, her letting the magic hand linger on mine for a while, winked at me, and promised to "follow up with me." I really hoped she would.